What Jonny was good at, was football. He was a line-backer at his local club and it's often said he wasn't just the best line-backer they ever had, but the best player. He could run the fastest, he could tackle the hardest and he held the club record for most goals scored. He had broad shoulders, thick thighs and a muscled build. When he wasn't wearing his helmet, his hair sprung out into tightly wound coils. In every form, he was the perfect footballer.

What Jonny wasn't good at, was fantasy football. He'd read up on all the tactics, studied each player meticulously and did everything he could to build the perfect team. Yet every time he wound up at the bottom of the table. And it was especially frustrating, since fantasy football was serious for the team. The person who wound up with the most points in the time would get a dinner at his favourite restaurant paid for by the others. And the person who ended up with the least? A humiliating punishment. Jonny had never even been second from the bottom in his team, and so he had been subject to all sorts of torture: he's been spanked with a paddle, tossed in a lake and made to walk the streets in his underwear to name a few of the many punishments he'd taken. And this year was possibly the worst one yet: The loser would be tied to a lamppost in a diaper and trashed with as many foodstuffs as the rest of the team could bring. He knew it couldn't be him on that lamppost.

The night of the final game arrived, where all points would be counted. As of right now, Jonny was second from last in the group. All he needed to do was stay ahead of Andre in last place and he'd be safe. The whole team was crowded around a TV in Kez's house, since current first place always hosted the last game. The diaper they were going to use sat in the corner with three plastic bags of miscellaneous groceries, reminding Jonny of what was to come if he failed. If only his fate wasn't in the hands of the strangers playing a game. The game drew to a close. Everyone counted their final score. Andre stated his, and Jonny's heart sank. His was lower. By quite a lot. He swallowed his pride and announced his low score. Everyone laughed at him. He just had to hope through some miracle that someone had an even more embarrassing game than him. Not a chance in hell. As Scott, who Jonny couldn't have beaten anyway, read his score, everyone turned to face Jonny, devilish grins creeping across their face.

Jefferson and Pete, the two guys sitting closest to him grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head, before using it to tie his arms behind his back, holding him strong. Scott took his jeans and boxers down in one fell swoop, letting his beer can cock hang out freely. Not for long, as Kez and Andre worked together to force him into the diaper. The quarterback, Jack turned the TV off to save electricity and grabbed the bags. A parade of people walked out onto the street, looking for a lamppost, led by a diaper clad Jonny held tight by Jefferson and Pete. The whole process was so fast that Jonny barely even had time to register the humiliation that was about to follow.

Jonny could feel the biting cold along his skin as he was walked along the street. The rest of the gang was in good spirits, whooping and cheering along. As strong as the shame he felt was, their energy was infectious and it was hard for him not to join in. They eventually found a lamppost, identical to the many they passed along the way. No doubt this was the perfect one because it let them walk Jonny around for a bit for a bit of extra humiliation. Jonny was turned around and his hands were untied, before being quickly retied around the lamppost, his tight ass facing outwards. He felt the roughness of his denim jeans being wrapped around his ankles, making sure he was fully secured. Not that it mattered, since his many years of taking these humiliation rituals told him he couldn't try and get out of it if he wanted: he was once forced to do a strip routine in a mall after he refused to do it in the house the first year they did the fantasy football leagues. Kez, since he managed to maintain his lead, began to speak.

"Tonight, we celebrate! We celebrate the fact that once again, I RULE at fantasy football! And of course we celebrate the fact that once again, Jonny fucking SUCKS at fantasy football! Here's to ya Jonny, lets hope that next year's punishment is enough to motivate you to be better! Now let the punishment, begin!"

As Kez said his final word, Jonny felt the hardness of an egg crack onto his head and dribble down his forehead, as cheers erupted. This was followed by a dozen more landing all over his body. Two were smashed on his hair, and he could feel the shells getting mixed in with his scalp. Another one was gently cracked over his head, mixing in with the four already there. Two were cracked onto his back, and he felt the goo trickle downwards. He felt three eggs smack into him with such force that they must've been thrown. He knew they would leave a bruise tomorrow. Finally, he felt the back of his diaper open up and five eggs, whole as can be, got dropped inside there. They wouldn't stay that way for long as he felt a huge cream pie crashing into his backside. He felt a large amount of cream move up his back, toughing the tip of his neck. Meanwhile, inside the diaper, each egg had smashed into shelly, gooey mess, crawling down to the front of the diaper to tickle his balls. Unfortunately, the diaper kept the slop in well so he knew he had to endure this feeling all night long. And the fun had only just started.

Jack moved his way to the front of Jonny, holding a very large cream pie. He smashed in into Jonny's face and made sure the cream was smeared around, ruining his hair and rendering him temporarily blind. Nothing a bit of cloth wouldn't fix. Before he had time to process this, he felt two cans of baked beans being tipped over his head, with the pourer making sure to cover his back in the viscous substance as well. Two more cream pies hit the sides of his face. He wasn't focused on that sensation though. To get the pies in that position, the thrower had to put his whole body weight against his back, including putting his crotch right against the edge of the diaper. They breathed against Jonny's neck, and he could tell that it was Andre, and the back of Jonny's hairs stood up. His crotch suddenly began resembling the lamppost he was tied to, and Jonny was glad that everyone could barely see it.

Sooner than he would've liked, Andre moved away to let someone else have a turn with a can of baked beans. This time, it went directly over his back, with one of them slipping through a little gap at the top of his diaper. Jonny groaned and arched his back at the sensation. Clearly, someone must've seen it and gotten inspired, because his waistband was opened and the next tin of baked bins followed the single bean. This sparked a trend, as the waistband kept snapping open as shut as a carton of custard, flour, soft butter, melted cheese and, worst of all, three cartons of milk went into the once white diaper. He could feel the weight of the diaper start to sag while some milk escaped the fabric and dripped onto his socks. And once again, someone noticed this and got an idea.

Jonny could tell from the warm touch on his leg that Andre was the one about to do something horrible to his feet. And boy was he right. The top of the socks opened up, and in went something sticky, cold, and slimy. Of course. Not only was it ice cream, it was chocolate ice-cream he specifically bought because he thought he would get to cover Andre in it. He picked chocolate because he knew for a fact that it was Andre's least favourite flavour, and thought that would add to the humiliation. Instead, it was just making his pain worse. The now melted but still freezing cream dripped its way into Jonny's left foot, getting all between his toes. He soon felt the same sensation on in his right sock. He was never going to live this down. At least it was Andre getting to do this to him. His boner raged like a wildfire.

Smack! Jonny felt something mushy smack on the back of his neck. It didn't take long to realise what it was when the meaty smell drifted up to his nostrils.

"Dog food. Really?" Jonny asked

"You better believe it!" Jefferson answered, smacking some more into his hair and moving it all around the face. Luckily, this managed to clean up his eyes a bit.

"Oh well." Jonny thought. "At least it isn't in my diaper."

Just then, Jonny felt the all too familiar hands of Andre pull open his diaper and smash some dog food right against his cheeks. The diaper snapped shut and Andre through the fabric massaged the disgusting mess that resided in there. The diaper was getting heavier by the second. Andre continued massaging. Jonny weakly told him to stop, but that only encouraged him. Another drop of meat went into the diaper. Then snap! The diaper broke and fell to the floor. Jonny was standing completely naked, (save ice-cream filled socks) on a street, tied to a lamppost. The excitement died down for a second.

"Well! Gotta make the punishment fit the crime!" Kex yelled, bringing the energy back up again.

All the boys, except Andre cheered. Jonny turned his head around to see Jack holding Andre's cuffs while Jack took his shorts off, revealing a pair of tightey-whiteys. Jefferson and Pete carried the floor diaper, still with its contents miraculously inside, over to him, and Kez lifted the waistband round the back. The contents were poured down Andre's underwear and he let out a scream. For extra humiliation, Kez gave Andre a wegie, making most of the slop pour out onto the floor. Jack let go, and they all started laughing. Jonny laughed loudest, which proved to be a mistake. Andre marched right on over to the bag, pulled out the final cream pie and slammed it right onto Jonny's bare ass.

"Who's laughing now, huh?" Andre demanded. Jonny kept laughing.

"Andre's right! Let's get back to the main event!" Scott yelled.

Jonny stopped laughing as another cream pie, courtesy of Scott, hit him square in the face, rendering him blind once again. The pieing was soon followed by a carton of custard poured over his head. Finally, then came the flour from every direction. Jonny could feel the white powder falling over him, getting into every orifice imaginable. Then, just when he was getting used to the sensation of being tied naked to a lamppost while his friends threw crap over him, it was over. His hands and feet were untied and the diaper was put on... then fell off almost immediately. So he could have a little dignity walking home, Andre and Scott held it up on the way home. The feeling of Andre's manly hands on his thighs made him feel warm inside, despite what the outside was feeling.

When they got back, the gang insisted that Andre took the first shower. The official reason was that "he'd had it the worst" but just one look at Jonny told you it was bullshit, and just a final step in his humiliation. When Andre was out, Jonny rushed upstairs. The feeling of hot water never felt so good on his skin. An hour later, after he just stepped out and was getting dry, Andre stepped in. A blush spread across both their faces, and Andre quickly retreated. A moment later, Andre stepped back in.

"Sorry for that man, I thought you were done." Andre stepped out again. A moment later, he came back.

"Though to be fair if you're gonna be naked in here you should really lock the door." Andre stepped out again. A moment later, he came back. Jonny rolled his eyes.

"I guess that dignity might've been something you forgot abo-"

"Just get over here man." Jonny commanded.

Andre came in, locked the door and almost immediately began locking lips with Jonny.

The whole house could hear everything that happened next.